Fast Time Travel: When Crazy Beauty Criticizes the Villain's Script

The little emperor's mind was even a little blank, and he didn't know that there was sweat oozing from his forehead, and he just looked like he didn't know how to answer.

What kind of emperor am I?he thinks.

I'm the most useless puppet in the world, the whole Nanyue Kingdom, no, the whole world, they just take me as a joke.

And all of this is thanks to the person in front of him.

He was unwilling, but powerless.

No matter when he was young or now, standing in front of this person, he still couldn't breathe.

In the slight dizziness brought about by the familiar fear and unwillingness, he heard the still indifferent voice of the man.

"You are the Son of Heaven, shouldering the rise and fall of the Nanyue Kingdom, and the expectations of thousands of people. The country and the country are your responsibility, not a pet or some cold prince. I hope you can understand this truth."

"If you don't understand, I don't mind helping you share your worries."

The little emperor fell into an ice cave in an instant, knowing the answer, but subconsciously murmured, "How... how to share your worries?"

There was only a slight chirp that was so cold that pierced his heart, and every word that man said was like the devil's whispers to the little emperor.

"Since playing with things and losing one's mind, let that 'thing' disappear."

really.

This is a devil, a violent lunatic, a cold-blooded monster.

The little emperor's nails dug deep into his palm, almost bleeding from pinching himself.

When he suddenly recovered from the heart-shattering suffocation, the figure that made him hate and fear was no longer in the imperial study room.

The little emperor seemed to be drained of all strength in an instant, and his legs softened and he sat down on the ground with a puff.

That night, he had a nightmare. In the dream, the beautiful cat bled from all seven orifices and died on his bed with a broken neck. Those big, beautiful blue eyes kept staring at him, looking at him...

*

And this night, before leaving the palace, the general made a detour to the former East Palace, which is now the Leng Palace.

But outside the palace gate, he stopped in his tracks.

The autumn wind was rustling, and the palace that seemed to have been forgotten by the years looked cold and desolate.

He stood for a while, his expressionless and solemn face made it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart.

Until he raised his hand and made a random gesture, in the darkness, the black shadow that had received the command passed the palace wall in front of him silently, and fell into the palace that few people had visited for more than ten years, disappearing.

The tall man in armor turned around this time and left without looking back.

As for why he temporarily changed his mind at the moment when he issued the order, and changed the original order to kill to monitor, even he himself could not understand.

But he has always done things as he pleases, without paying too much attention to it.

And when the general turned and left, that is, the moment the watcher landed on Lu Shi's roof, Lu Shi, who was lying on the bed and seemed to be sleeping very soundly, gently opened his eyes.

The monitor's physical skills are first-rate, and it falls lightly like a leaf, and it can be said that it hardly makes a sound.

But Lu Shi just woke up.

It was a kind of intuition and awareness that had been deeply rooted in his instinct over the years, which made him feel abnormal.

What's more, he never fell asleep except in Lu Yi's arms.

who can that be?

Is it the naive little emperor with clumsy acting skills and purpose?

Or... how about the famous general who caused a sensation just after returning to Beijing?

Since he didn't do anything, it seems that he is preparing to monitor.

Lu Shi slowly turned over and closed his eyes again.

The night is thick and quiet, but in this dark and quiet, it seems that some invisible gunpowder smoke is gathering little by little.

It is estimated that the clean days will not pass for a few days.

He thought a little upset.

*

"Master, we can only stroll around for a quarter of an hour, otherwise we will be caught by Qing Dai, and we will be annoyed to death by her." Zi Su followed Lu Shi bouncingly, and it was obvious that she was very happy.

She is an uninhibited character, she almost collapsed when she was locked in the room and copied big characters, finally Qing Dai was away for other things today, she was like a dog that was finally released from the cage, she was so excited.

Lu Shi was still wearing his thick clothes and cloak, but he didn't look bloated at all. His face was set off by the white fluffy collar on the hood of the cloak, giving him a soft and proud feeling that was rarely seen at ordinary times. .

He looked at Zisu who was about to move, and smiled at her, "Go and play for a while, I'll walk slowly."

Zisu looked very excited, but when she was worried about Lu, her face wrinkled into a ball, "No! Last time you fell and hurt your foot, I can't leave you alone."

"It was an accident last time. This time I'll just walk here. Look, there are no stones or weeds on the ground. Can I still fall at my age?"

"But……"

"Come on, let's go play."

Zisu hesitated again and again, but the pair of encouraging eyes when he landed was defeated in an instant.

"Then... I'll just play for a while, master, you must not wander around."

Lu Shi nodded, and the little girl walked away uneasy.

Lu Shi shook his head, he has become numb to the attitude of those around him who always treat him as a fragile object in the past three years.

He certainly didn't come out for a walk on a whim.

For his body, he would be tired after standing for a while, panting after walking a few steps, and coughing if he took in a little cold air. Now that the weather is getting colder and colder, going out of the room is quite good for him. Challenging.

But there is no way.

A little wild cat stretched out its tentative claws towards him. Since he wanted to watch a play, he had to give the other party a little chance to act.

What's more...

He tilted his head indistinctly and glanced in a certain direction. At this moment, the feeling of being stared at disappeared.

Lu Shi slightly hooked his lips, as if he was just taking a casual look, and then looked elsewhere soon.

But a dark guard in charge of tracking couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat.

He feels he's exposed.

But this is really outrageous.

According to his uninterrupted observation over the past two days, he can be sure that Lu Shi is a sick child who has no kung fu foundation, but is in such poor health that he can die at any time.

How could such a person be aware of his existence, and even accurately find his location?

Shi Qi wanted to comfort herself that it was just a coincidence.

But his strong intuition told him that was not the case.

This sick man really has two brushes, right?No wonder the general asked him to follow him.

His expression became serious, he took out a booklet from his pocket, and took out a piece of charcoal pencil, very solemnly wrote down everything that happened just now, as well as his own feelings.

On the palm-sized paper, it was quickly written densely.

And there have been a lot of such papers from the moment he started tracking until now, and there are many details on them, not to mention what Lu Shi said and did in the past two days, even how many times he drank a bowl of medicine and took a few bites. Candied fruit, when you sleep, you like to sleep on your left side or right side, and list them one by one.

And a batch of such records have already been sent to the general.

Just ...

The words are too ugly, and his own mental activities are too much.

The general wanted to hit someone when he saw these long-winded and trivial 'information'.

But I don't know if it was influenced by Shi Qi's nonsense, the general's mind gradually began to have a vague appearance about this little grandson who hadn't paid much attention to it.

Sick, squeamish, and lazy...

He was a little skeptical that the person who had been secretly stirring up wind and rain in Beijing and China for the past two years, and even almost reached out to Beiliao, was really this little sick cat?